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Where, when, and how will it happen? If I ask questions, I receive questions Of adoration. Silence ensues. In worriment, I catch a look On my lady's face, and come To realize her head is spinning. Mediums between tongues tumble, Tangled in arms, clinging between rings As glances unravel social instability. Affection answers hope valiantly, Subsiding gracefully as A raging fire would on a cold, dark night. My lady follows in smiles and laughs, Free from the shade, dancing With no resolve, encasing The components of a natural beauty. I graze curves with hungry hands And drive home, loving insatiably. Although flames feed the hungry superfluously, The lovely lairs where guardians wage war Lie unknown to the conscious. The scrupulous Droves defend onslaughts against entrances. True love is angelic, demonic, Coaxing the levity of everyday life. End over end, minute over minute, Medleys stir and absolve while forging With dormant love pleas. Please Don't leave me here, tumbling Alone among questions of silence, Turbulence, trust and wanton reason. Everything is solvent As the moon looms over the horizon, But words which wander wonderfully In person parade wistfully In absence and shed Tears when no one is looking.

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